With such chaotic thoughts, he went over and thrust his sword toward Roman.
But just at that moment, Miss Merchant suddenly lifted her head.
Marquis Youxi never imagined he would witness such a scene. He saw a pair of eyes, pure black, with no whites or pupils, like a pair of black holes, seemingly ready to swallow his soul.
He was startled and instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was too late. Suddenly, Miss Merchant reached out and grabbed his neck with terrifying strength. Then, with a distorted voice, she asked, "Who are you?"
Marquis Youxi dared to swear by his life and any remaining reputation—if he had any—that he had never heard such a frightening voice, like the wind howling through a rugged valley, chilling to the bone.
He shivered instinctively.
"You're not her, who... are you?"
He heard a cold laugh.
And then, just like that, Marquis Youxi—the brother of Erune's reigning king—slumped to one side, completely losing his soul.
